June of 2001 may have been your last race but, please check me on this, I believe the beginning of your demise was Sunday, December 17, 2000. Your memory is better than mine.
A group of eight to ten (Cady, Chang, Daggs, DeGrouchy, Jurgen Belgian(?), Knudsen, Clare, Glenn, (Fitzgerald out with dented mouth?), others) left Leucadia at 9am and rode east on Del Dios Highway in San Diego. Sixty minutes into the ride a rock in the road took out two riders. Injured parties turn around, bloodied but ok. We proceed. Up the Lake Wohlford climb and out, up, and down Valley Center Road into the, uh, valley. Coal Grade climb is next, everyone still pretty strong, regroup at top. Back through San Luis Rey and we have to go up the back side of Sleeping Indian. Short but steep, about 70 or 80 miles into a fairly hilly ride. Two riders punch the climb, descend the dirt/gravel road, and wait for the group. No show for about fifteen minutes. Turns out HC detonated spectacularly and gets a push over the rise.
Regroup, easy and gentle on River Road, about 30 miles home. Hit the bike trail with a cross/head wind and remaining riders sense a weak link. HChang is bonking. The pace was not so fast that anyone was dropped but fast enough to make you real uncomfortable if it wasn't your day. About fifteen to twenty minutes of 25mph.
Regroup again in Oceanside. Wind our way to Carlsbad, sun out, joggers, man painted like Tin Man, Xmas shoppers. About fifteen miles to home of flat road with a cross/tailwind. Ramp it. Someone said "Henry is hurting, maybe we should slow down". "No, he'd leave you in a second. Like he attacks you in construction zones on Saturdays and Wednesdays".
Henry was buried in a shallow grave at the intersection of Tamarack and Coast Highway.
Fifteen minutes later I puncture. Group continues, we're almost home. Beautiful day in Southern California in December, great ride but feeling pretty burnt myself. Fix the tire, Henry rolls up at about 11 mph. His mouth is moving but no sound is coming out. No water, no food. He eeks out something about taking the most direct way home.
6.25 hours, 118 miles roundtrip. A top five on the all time training ride-o-meter. I remember taking note that Knudsen was pretty strong for a new rider. I'm a prophet.
Start training now Henry, we'd like your company again. Serious. A few of us recounted this story yesterday on a ride independently of the posts above.
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